Short Perfect World Story.
It was all gone. Everything. The emerald grass I used to roll around was nothing more than a charred, flattened, field. Trees, which used to be draped with moss and vibrant, green, leaves, were now nothing but glowing ember and the decayed flesh of the leaves. The wraith were crafty creatures and they held more sway than any of us knew. I thought that we all were striving to piece Perfect World together, not tear it apart as we currently are doing.They were sneaky, sneaky, bastards; one whisper transformed into a roar, Duke's gossiping soon darkened, he no longer spoke about the exploits and accomplishments of the masses, but rather about what could happen if we were to let our guard down. He shouted things like: "The wraith are forcing the words out of mouth, they are strangling me until all I can manage is a blood choked gargle, they are coming to get us." and "Let it be known that amongst the masses, humans are the cruelest of the bunch, watch out." We didn't think much of it until the humans launched an attack against the other major non-human cities. Ours was the first to fall. We fought them the best we could, and we fought a good fight, but the first of our kind they killed were the clerics. I remember unsheathing my emerald glowing sword and parrying away several of the attacks aimed at the more defenseless, younger, clerics. The archers took out a lot of the wizards, but they in turned were killed by the Blade Masters. The claimed one of my wings, so flying was out of the question. So, now I hobble and stumble, a bloody, jagged, bone where my wing used to be, in tow are the few survivors I could muster up. They couldn't heal my wing because healing involves mending something back together, not making something grow back.

City of the Lost fell shortly thereafter; of course, their fight was a hell of a lot fiercer than ours. The Blade Masters, from what I can gather, were being ripped to shreds by the paws of the untamed and the Venomancers were also giving them hell. Unfortunately, the wizards sizzled the Barbarians in their metal shells and the Blade Masters rend the Venomancers asunder. The cute little cubs were brutally murdered after their parent's defeat, greatening the tragedy even more.

Of course, City of the Raging Tides followed shortly after that. The assassins were over-whelmed the sheer brute of the Blade Masters as were the Psychics.

And so the battle raged. Humans once again were the most hated race in all of Perfect World.